In Bologna, Easter means fried lamb.
Breaded lambs chops remind me of my childhood. I can still see my granny coating the meat in the egg and cream mixture. I can hear the sizzle of the oil as she drops the meat in the saucepan, and smell the fragrance of frying chops. I could never get bored of this dish, It is a feast for the senses. The lamb is encased in a wonderful golden crust, the lemon adds a hit of sour flavour and best of all – you can eat them with your hands!